I Started Writing For The Theatre Because

Shakespeare Was The Great One Before Us. His Place Was Between God And Despair.

It Is Not The Answer That Enlightens, But The Question.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.

When Silence Confronts Us, The Question To Which There Is No Answer Rings Out In The Silence. That Ultimate "why," That Great "why" Is Like A Light That Blots Out Everything, But A Blinding Light; Nothing More Can Be Made Out.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths. I Think An Idea Is True When It Hasn't Been Put Into Words And That The Moment It's Put Into Words It Becomes Exaggerated. Because The Moment It's Put Into Words There's An Abuse, An Excess In The Expression Of The Idea That Makes It False.